Yea, I'm in love with a girl in a 4 wheel wheel drive. She has a large time in a large machine. Man I wonder how she gets up in that thing. And someday soon, I'm gonna climb right up and take a little ride in her big ol' truck. Chrome steel bumpers and red

But your wheels just turn, down the road ahead If it hurts at all, you ain't showed it yet I keep lookin' for the slightest sign That you might miss, what you left behind I know there's nothin' stopping you now But I'd settle for a slowdown I'd settle

Big wheels turning Baby I know Turning, turning... I remember the dead of night A lonely light that shines upon the window I see it all so clear The tenderness, the silent tears Out here in the pouring rain Through cold dark waiting days

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Baby, it's about time, oh Bringing back the sunshine Got my hands on the wheel wheel and I'm flying Heart beat loud as the thunder rolls Lightning on the stampede of lightning roll I'm bringing back the sunshine Been forever since I've been gone Haven't held

Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday

Your lips around a Coca-Cola Like you and me together My hand on the wheel wheel and your head on my shoulder Some things never go out of style Staring at your legs on the leather of my Road trip to New Orleans Or gettin' married in Vegas Sunsets down on the

Got some Remy Martin and some good-ass cigars, check it out Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle Queensbridge leader, no equal I come from the Wheel Wheel of Ezekiel To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the

Even if you don't like me, Got girls wanna be wifey, Is it the chrome up on my wheels, or that bass bin up in my trunk I bet you fall in love with my ride (my ride) my ride Cause they fell in love with my ride (my ride) my ride, ehh I bet you fall in

Two hearts trying to understand How we're gonna get there One way, everything's gonna be away When we're both trying to drive One wheel, four hands 'Cause you're not always right It's not like I don't try This is where we belong But darling, I'm on your